Merry math ;-)

What do you mean – nothing?

Just what I said.

But, that’s ridiculous.

I know, mate, it’s bloody ridiculous if you ask me, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Of course there is. You can recalculate whatever it was you were working on.

Don’t you think I’ve already tried?

Evidently not hard enough.

I’m not sure I care to. I kind of feel intuitively that this is the right answer. I’d rather accept it or learn to work with it.

Would you now?

Yeah. I guess that’s the only way we’re going to evolve as a people.

Evolve? You call this evolution. This is madness. Sheer utter insanity.

Yes.

And that’s all you’ve got to say on the matter.

Yes. There’s nothing more to say, unless you’re willing to explore the implications with curiosity and slow-burn excitement.

Curiosity? Excitement? You’ve just damned the whole of physical reality, mathematically proving it amounts to zero, and you expect me to be...

No expectations whatsoever. You can freak out, or you can be calm and curious. It’s entirely up to you. If, as I suspect, the evolution of the human race depends upon a greater awareness of zero sum matter – then what at first shout looks apocalyptic is actually going to birth a renaissance.

A renaissance? Are you out of your mind? The whole of material reality amounts to the sum total of zero, you state, and you think that’s a cause for celebration?

Well how else are we to move beyond the “more matter” paradigm that we’re currently in? “The universe is expanding” they keep on saying. Expanding, I ask – relative to what? Who or what is it that’s able to see the universe expanding?

What on earth has the universe expanding to do with your monstrous computation of zero sum matter?

Isn’t it clear? If it’s a zero sum game – material expansion is only possible if there’s an equal and opposite contraction underway. You can grow the matter side of the equation only by shifting resources from the other side – which must be non-matter.

You mean “anti-matter”?

No – I don’t. What’s the point using a term to describe something no one understands? Has anyone encountered anti-matter? Is it going to improve our lives, make us happier, save the planet from human predation? It’s an interesting concept, but it’s a mind concept. It has no deep basis in our conscious-awareness. If we want to evolve as a human race, we have to stop tinkering with matter and accept that matter is only one side of the ledger in a zero sum game. It’s the side that seems to be controlling us at present, because it’s the side that the mind seems happiest to work with. It doesn’t require deep, heartfelt consideration. It doesn’t require us to ask the big, searching questions such as “who am I” and “what’s my place in all this”?

Because we already know the answer to these questions! We are humans and we live on Earth, in a spiral arm of the Milky Way.

Yes, but these are just names, and they are losing value each day as our Earth resource is being depleted in every way conceivable. The only way it isn’t being depleted is in terms of conscious-awareness.

What do you mean?

Well, in terms of conscious-awareness we’re going through a renaissance.

We are?

Yes – more than seven billion people are becoming aware of the fact that we’re all closely connected, living on a planet that is a critically finite resource, now on the brink of extinction.

I don’t see why that should trigger a renaissance?

Because we have to face the simple fact of matter.

Which fact of matter are you referring to?

The only fact of matter that really matters...

Well, go on, spit it out.

I already did... conscious-awareness is hyper-sensitive to fundamental paradoxes or inconsistencies. Here we are – 7.4 billion people facing extinction within a hundred years or so – if things continue on the present trajectory. 7.4 billion people start to become aware of their critical interconnectedness – as weather patterns change, as pollution from one country affects another, as imports, exports, migration and innovations sweep across the planet without regard for national boundaries. 7.4 billion people asking the simple question individually, collectively – what’s the point of it all if we can do nothing to save the planet, to avert this impending slow-motion train crash? 7.4 billion people finding no answers to defuse the ticking time-bomb, other than burying their head in the sand or praying for a miracle.

And why do you assume there is an answer? Why can’t you accept that we’re probably doomed?

Because I’ve done the math.

What do you mean? What’s math got to do with the end of civilisation on Earth?

0=1.

That says nothing to me.

It’s a zero sum game.

Nothing whatsoever.

“Tis no matter” to quote Shakespeare.

So now you’re being facetious. Is that the best you can do?

Oh no, I can do better, but how would you recognise better if you’re locked in the old paradigm? How can I share the beauty of creation if you insist that matter is the fundamental measurement of what is?

Share? Who says you need to share the beauty of creation with me? I’m quite able to appreciate it. I’m no less distraught that it seems to be coming apart at the seams here on Earth, for humanity at least.

Yes, it seems to be, and yet, as the material situation worsens, as the universe appears to continue expanding, we are nevertheless going through a quantum shift in our conscious-awareness. The internet is a material representation of what’s going on. Look at the exponential increase in data transfer over the last twenty years. What do you think is happening behind the scenes, so to speak, in the other internet?

What other internet?

Well, if you can run with my assertion, just suspend your disbelief long enough to have some fun with it, you’ll realise that anything material can only exist as a 3D representation of that which simply is.

So you mean there must be another internet behind the physical 3D version?

Must be – yes, in the same way there must be another Earth, another Universe behind the physical 3D representation. When scientists bang their heads together and start talking about dark matter or anti matter – they are getting close to acknowledging the other side of things, though they’re still hung up on “matter”.

So what are you saying?

Conscious-awareness is exploding. It’s going viral. It’s transmuting. It’s shifting so much it makes it look like the universe is expanding – which is of course absurd if you think about it. But it stops being absurd when we recognise that this process is shifting the nature of reality – not just the nature of matter.

The nature of reality?

Precisely. As conscious-awareness shifts, expands or accelerates, that’s like raising the temperature. Ice starts to melt. So does steel. Things that were locked rigid since the last ice age start to flow.

What do you mean the last ice age? That ended 5 thousand years ago with sea levels rising and...

I mean the ice age when our conscious-awareness dipped down into the mostly matter paradigm. Within that paradigm we collectively were unable to think in terms of anything other than the need to accumulate, refine and develop matter, with a few rare exceptions. Prior to that, we were able to think in completely different terms. Our conscious-awareness was comfortable dealing with non-matter – what you might loosely refer to as energy, for want of a better term, though I’d prefer not to.

So, you’re saying people were able to work directly with energy – that they didn’t need to handle matter as we do, to build bridges, houses, paint or move around?

Yes, evidently so.

Why evidently?

Because the mostly-matter paradigm is the base line. You can only sink into it from a higher level, and either die off or rise back out of it. Sinking into it wasn’t necessarily an accident, a mistake or a catastrophe. It may well have been intentional. It enabled us to establish a zero point. Essentially, by taking ourselves collectively to the point of extinction we have created a not-that mark in the near infinite field of conscious-awareness. The not-that mark, at great cost has made it possible for us come as close as is humanly possible to establishing a finite in what is, to all intents and purposes, infinite conscious-awareness. It’s a bit like a comet flying closer and closer to the sun. Either it crashes into the sun and dies, as often happens, or it can fly incredibly close and sling shot back into the infinity of space. It’s not-that encounter with the sun is both its greatest danger and greatest potential.

So you’re saying we’ve been playing chicken with the sun, so to speak, in order to set up a great flight into the infinite.

Yes and no. Remember, these words are merely an illustration of what is incredibly simple.

Incredibly simple for whom?

For all of us, if we’re willing to face what is.

Which is what?

Not “what” at all. “What” is your mind’s attempt to pin it down in the 3D material representation. Remember, the 3D representation is no more than an illustration, a metaphor – not “it” at all.

So what is “it”?

It is what is. We already know what is; already have direct access to what is individually and collectively via the conscious-awareness – it’s just we’re part lazy, part fearful, part resistant to letting go of the mostly matter paradigm. But that’s where the end of matter comes in.

The end of matter?

Well yes, isn’t that what the pending apocalypse is pointing to – as far as humanity is concerned?

Well, I don’t like to think in those terms.

Ok – just do the math. The data’s out there. Don’t take my word for it.

Ok, ok. So what’s the end of matter pointing to?

The renaissance of our conscious-awareness – as we realise we can no longer hold ourselves in the “what is what” construct.

Construct?

Yes, a kind of mind box that only allows us to think in terms of “what matters” as opposed to “what is”.

Ok, then won’t you answer for once and for all – what is what?

It is I am.

Oh God.

Yes, pretty close. It is I am – you cannot separate yourself from whatever you are observing or considering, because ultimately and in truth, all-is in the same way that I-am. Thus it is I am – One, if you like.

Why the capital O? Are you making One the new God.

No – just differentiating One from one.

And how are the two different?

One is the singularity; the whole; the completeness of Is – that which is – whereas one is the adjective – one chicken, one egg, one loaf of bread, or the one in conventional math that likes to pretend that things add up to something more than zero – that conscious-awareness is not a part of the equation.

And you don’t like conventional math?

Why not? It’s great for counting money, bricks, hens or eggs. It’s also a beautiful form of mental exercise and expression – like poetry. Ultimately it leads back to 0=1 – and the apparent contradiction is only a contradiction as long as the mathematician refuses to engage that which is – i.e. his or her conscious-awareness.

And when he or she does – you think the contradiction magically disappears?

Yes. It does – I am.

One – I suppose I should say.

Thank you. That was great spirited of you to join in like that.

My pleasure. It’s a mind bender, for sure, but if light travels in circles given enough space, then I suppose I’ll have to accept that the mind’s logic is going to have to embrace the seeming non-linearity of 0=1.

And a beautiful, dare I say, magical paradigm shift for starship Earth and her reawakening humanity.

Beam me up Scottie. If you’re right about the zero sum nature of matter, then it’s gonna be quite a ride.

You bet your life it is.

if this makes any sense whatsoever, please reconsider

What do you mean there’s nothing there?! There’s gotta be something there. There’s always something there. Let me have a look.

Yes, I was evidently finding it hard to accept...

Accept what? What were you finding hard to accept?

Er... well I had a look. Actually I unceremoniously barged past Phil, intent on scorning his lack of common sense, when I found myself gazing at no thing whatsoever.

No thing whatsoever? Kind of nothing – you mean?

No. Nothing would have been something, in a sense. It would have been the absence of something. It would have made some kind of sense. “It’s just nothing...” that kind of thing. But this was no thing – not even nothing.

Er... how can you be so sure if you couldn’t even see it?

Oh, I could see it alright. There it was, clear as day. Making a mockery of my five senses. No thing whatsoever. A perfect vacuum, if you know what that is.

Hang on, wait a minute. A perfect vacuum – that’s a physical impossibility. Even space isn’t a perfect vacuum. There’s always something there.

True. But this wasn’t space. It was no thing. The zero to what would otherwise have been one.

One?

Yes – everything you can ever see or experience is always one – in some shape or form.

Even nothing?

Yes. Even nothing is one. Otherwise you wouldn’t be able to recognise it as such.

But how then were you able to recognise this particular no thing as zero?

...

Er, try me again.

Dot dot dot.

I thought that’s what you were saying. You don’t mean to say you encountered dot dot dot?

I don’t mean to say it but say it I do, unequivocally, no matter how paradoxical that may seem.

But ... is

a physical impossibility... True. Completely illogical – absolutely. Not even grammatical – a suspended, irredeemable, unreconcilable non-sequitur – yes, yes, yes. All of the above and more. To encounter it should have collapsed the waveform of conscious reality – and yet – here I was alongside Phil, gazing at... and still alive to tell the tale.

But wasn’t it just an illusion then?

Yes, if you want to give it a label, but the kind of illusion that revealed the totally illusory nature of everything else in existence.

But how can you be so sure?

I can’t. It shouldn’t be possible. And yet I knew and know without a shadow of a doubt that...

That what?

Dot dot dot – zero is now in play.

Er, run that past me one more time if you would.

Zero is now in play.

Yes, I thought that’s what you said.

We’ve entered a completely new paradigm.

How many times have I heard that one.

Nothing is sacred any more. Nothing is set in stone. Nothing can be defended. Nothing is what it seems – we’re free.

Free?

Free of the tyranny of what not.

What not?

Whatever – it matters not. Free. For zero’s now in play. No thing has entered the equation. Zero equals one.

Now hold on a minute. Isn’t that the old heresy? That was disproven centuries ago.

Yes. Most convincingly, until now, that is.

Until now? Which now are you referring to?

The only now that exists. The now that is now and no other possible moment.

The eternal now?

Now, and no other. Grapple with angles of deception. Try to get a grip but no thing is now in play – zero equals one so dot dot dot – now will have its day.

But this is so unreasonable. Surely you realise you can’t say such things. Surely you’re aware of

What? Of course I’m aware. Who isn’t. We’re all aware of impossibility and absurdity and non-sense and yet no thing – dot dot dot – zero equals one – the circle is complete.

The circle is complete?

Complete.

And nothing will ever be the same again?

No thing is ever the same what not.

Zero equals one – you’re absolutely sure?

Test it if you doubt what is...

Test it?

Test it if you doubt, if you...

I... I... I can... not. I’m encountering not what at all. I’m at a loss. I’m...

Free. You are free. Zero equals one. No more need you dot your i’s or cross your t’s. No more need you serve the fading chain of con-sequence, no more need desperately do to avoid the vacuum surrounding you – the void – the bottomless pit.

I’m doomed.

You’re free to turn and enter spin without the need for reference points, without the frame of reason, with infinite, infinite, infinite now, the is of is.

And all because you and Phil encountered no thing...

Whatsoever.

Who would have thought we were so close, that it could nullify our every precious point, that all our many of much, much of many amounts to nought.

Dot dot dot. I declare the set complete, null and void. One – it is... I am.

And thus we discover the stuff of dreams. The realm beyond reason. The isness of be. Let us rejoice beloved one and all, as we draw back the curtains of eternity and engage the consciousness drive once and for all.

Amen

The technology of Is

Nonsense, I know, or as the Russians say "chepukha". Surely technology is the very antithesis of Is, many of the technophobes amongst you are now in the process of... of...

There's probably a word to describe what it is you're doing but I've been guided not to dwell on it. I understand your pain, your angst, your silent rebellion against technology, and I'm one with you all the way to the ipad store, and yet, there's a kind of technology which is not based on the algorithm of captive electrons, plastic screens and microprocessing - which is in harmony with nature, the cosmos, the isness of be - and it's waiting to be discovered right now.

Join me as I embark on the great quest for 0=1... the technology of Is...

How?

Let's keep it simple. It has to be integrated to conscious-awareness. It has to be universal. It has to be full of heart and soul, so let's loosen the buckle on our belt of definitions, and start by accepting that technology can be anything that assists in the bringing forth the unlimited power of consciousness into the realm of our awareness.

Recently I've been with a monastery choir - singing four different parts in close proximity. The harmonics, the interweavings of sound are so palpable there's absolutely no doubt that sound is one of the most prospective areas for development. The technology of sound is a key segment of the technology of Is.

Working with stones, crystals, drums, sticks, plants, images and any other simple objects or devices is a good starting place. Begin to see and show how the simplest things can harness/ release/ channel the technology of Is and it's easy to refine them at a later date - but start by keeping it simple. We need to get the basics in order - the basis. The house will build itself once the foundation is laid. All that is required at the outset is the clear intention.



With the technology of Is we can fly to the stars, we can heal diseases of mind, body or spirit, we can generate energy, increase the yield of plants, regulate the weather, build buildings... anything that is in harmony with the isness of Be, but nothing that requires force or perversion of natural beauty, natural order, natural harmony - such is the nature of this technology. It only has power to bring forth what is good, in accordance with that which truly is.

And what is good? I hear you say.

I know not. Tis no matter. What is good is good, but none can say what - for there are no definitions or rules governing what might be good. The technology of Is is a process of discovery - of revealing, bringing forth the good in all things, all situations, for the simple joy, the magic, the beauty of doing so, without profit or any other material motive.

Naturally, it's a personal, unique journey of discovery for each of us - as life itself is.

Instead of divorcing 1s and 0s as our computers currently do using the linear logic gates of off and on, we're harnessing the spiral, the octave, the biology of curve, of smile and cuckoo la la to discover the magic within all, no matter what. This requires a change of heart. A shift of consciousness. It requires fun and laughter. The release of pain and grief. The embracing of all that is good, as opposed to all that is bad.

Join me on the trail of de-light. We do not need large government funded laboratories, PhDs or a cut-throat profit motive to unleash the power, the wonder, the seems-like-magic of Is. All we need, all that is required is the right starting point - an acceptance of the simple truth.

The simple truth? What on Earth could that be.

It has to be obvious - so incredibly obvious that people tend to overlook it in the search for something grander, something more in line with the vanity of mind. Mind after all likes to grapple with complexity, to show that it can handle and master what other minds tried but failed to. Mind, like great generals, prefers to lead forth an army to conquer rather than win the hearts of neighbouring folk. Mind likes to impose its vision on reality, rather than coax reality to reveal itself in all its latent splendour. We need to be more like gardeners than conquistadores. To coax nature to share her secrets.

But that's not going to get us to the stars or give us free energy.

No? Try suspending your disbelief. Try affirming the opposite, that it can and will. Nothing could be simpler. Nature is everything. Once we start working in peace and harmony with that which is... all limits, all boundaries of space and time, all laws of physics, chemistry, biology, even maths become malleable. They are only set in stone when we are compelled to rigidly adhere to the precepts of material reality. Once we accept that 0=1, it is ‒ I am, then the engine of consciousness itself - what I refer to as conscious awareness, takes us wherever we need to go.

And what do need to do this?

Nothing in particular. A heart ready for the grand adventure. A mind that is not bound by any laws, codes or systems of thought - that is free to explore what is.

And that's all?

And er... gnomiki.

Gnomiki - you're kidding, right.

No. You need a guide - the infinite is accessible to all, but without gnomiki we tend to lose our way and fail to assimilate, to bring back into awareness what we have learnt.

But come on, gnomiki, it seems kind of dumb!

Doesn't it just. I couldn't agree more - but I've not found a better way, and believe me, you'll get over the culture shock of gnomiki pretty quickly once you discover what you can achieve with their help.

But don't they have some kind of hidden agenda.

Yep.

Which is?

Fun. They wanna have fun, and they can do that by guiding us into whatever aspect of the infinite can best transform us and our reality from the current state of anally retentive dogmatism, to the glorious, splendiferous isness of Be. They wanna rock the boat, not sink it, and help us discover that it can float - that it ain't fixed to the ground. At the very least they'll help you to develop your sense of humour to the point you're finally able to have a good laugh at yourself ;-)

Interdimensional travel

The dust has settled, beloved g-nomers, since the initial launch of g-nomeportal. Water has passed under the bridge and time has healed the sores of repeated encounters with the "should-be unknowable".

Such is the nature of change. All of a sudden the inconceivable, the unthinkable comes onto the radar screen and is no longer, er... inconceivable or er... unknowable. Au contraire, she - as opposed to "it" requires assimilation, digestion, absorption. We have to bring her into our field of conscious-awareness - no matter how awkward she, as opposed to "it", may seem.

Why she? - I hear the question as I always do - wafting through the sub-ether of unity consciousness - and what can I say? The unknowable is to a great extent "she" as opposed to "it" - though I'm at a loss as to how to explain this.

There are nay-sayers and doubters out there, and even, I tremble to add, among the faithful readers of g-nomeportal - intrepid pursuers of transcendental wisdom and interdimensional ghoulash that you mostly are, who stubbornly hold to the conviction that the unknowable cannot become knowable, that there are constants and reality is one of these - but I like to think of reality as a magic carpet flying over a vast bewildering landscape of whatever-may-be. Actually I rather like the term "what-not" but feel free to use "whatever-may-be" if you prefer.

Er... this carpet pauses a moment here, flies on, pauses there - and why it does so, or how long it pauses for is beyond the ken of mortal mind - yet we like to convince ourselves that it all makes perfect sense, which undoubtedly it does, and that the carpet it bound by certain laws to bring to our attention segments of landscape that are rationally consistent with whatever has preceded. This is the main purpose of science - to prove that this is so - that the carpet's choice of what-not is in fact perfectly rational - and that we are moving forward, "progressing" to use the in word - for we are better and better able to understand the carpet's rationale.

Er... except that we've a tendency to ignore anything we don't really understand - anything that doesn't seem to be consistent with what has preceded it. The scientists, God bless them, have set up data parameters regarding what constitutes acceptable or relevant data. That way they are able to filter out anything that doesn't meet their expectations, unless it gets so big and obvious that it can be ignored no longer. Er... for example crop circles, UFOs or advanced ancient civilisations. These have all come to light and been excluded by scientists in the hope that they'll disappear or become rational in accordance with the current system of plausible rationality.

"Plausible rationality"?

Yes - it's great isn't it. Plausible means it must be believable. Neither crop circles, UFOs nor advanced ancient civilisations are believable within the current system of plausible rationality and so they are excluded from notice, analysis, debate or research. Just ignored. Swept under the carpet, so to speak. The belief system in operation, which determines what is or is not plausible is fairly rigid - and gets more and more rigid the more reality shifts - for reality isn't supposed to shift. It's supposed to be constant - like the speed of light or gravity - neither of which, in fact, happen to be constant - though they're supposed to be.

Er... embarrassed shuffling of feet. So where are we? What are we doing? Where go we from here?

Good question.

Er... questions. Three in fact.

Three and one - one and three - speaking transparently and somewhat paradoxically mystically. We have two options - the ostrich option of sticking our heads in the sand and hoping reality's going to behave, or facing "what is" - whatever that might be. Up until now the choice has been the former. "It shouldn't be there. It ain't real."

Reality's being really patient. She's gently, irrevocably forcing us to start facing uncomfortable truths - she's showing her hand more and more clearly - as reality refuses to conform with our expectations of what she should be. A bit like Jesus Christ failing to conform to the Jewish establishment's concept of what the messiah should be like. We're no different - we'd kill him if we could, but it's hard to kill reality. It's the goose that lays the golden egg. We can play the outraged, affronted, incensed "it ain't fair, it ain't right, it ain't proper - I'm not playing any more" or... we can get real.

Make your choice. Actually, you've already made it if you've bothered to read this far, so er... congratulations - you're about to undergo a massive, sustained, full-frontal reality attack which would be terrifying, horrendous, unthinkable and any other hyper-inflated epithet you may wish to use, were it not for the fact that this is your home.

Er... my home?

Er... yes, beloved one. Did I not tell you - you are her daughter/ son. You are the child of reality. She cannot present you with anything you're not designed to handle. So, instead of yawn and samey same, it's time for "what the star star asterisk star", whoopeeeeee, don't forget to fasten your seatbelt Dorothy, Kansas city byeeee. As you can see the eeee sound is this week's flavour of the month.


Thanks for flying with g-nomeportal intergalactic transdimensional vacuum hopper express. Remember, the other side of "is" is just a few hops across the lilly pond of mind's matter, so lighten up, feel your natural state of I be free, and press the release button that's been holding you in the corporate confinement of "it cannot be", on the count of three.

1... 2... thr

whoooosh

36 - in which Chumba Wumba and Aargen Darvurg call on the gnomiki

Chumba Wumba, you're looking terrible!

Oh, thanks Aargen Darg - you're looking half-dead yourself!

How’s beetling?

Aargen pops Chumba an image of his latest mount:

N-i-c-e!

And you?

Not doing so badly either:

Awesome!

The troll and the goblin are old friends, as you can probably tell. Assigned to the fearsome side of form, they set little store by physical appearance. These two, who could so easily have been the “bad guys” in this or any other tale, are in fact the ones chosen by Story to... but that would be telling.

They're assigned to life-matter curve maintenance – a job only for the more experienced g-nomi.

What on Earth's happened to your part of the curve Chumba? – it's looking... bizarre. Never seen anything like it!

Me neither. It's Josh, I suspect. He's been putting some unusual loads on the system recently.

"Has he now – tell me more..." Aargen inquires.

Well yes, obviously you're aware the Matrix went down for 1,300 years.

Of course I'm aware, but that wouldn't have done this to the curve.

No – that's true. It's probably his blog.

His what?

You know, he's been keeping a blog – writing about you and me and everything under the sun.

Whatever next? I expect he's made us look pretty unsavoury.

You get off lightly Aargen – you're like his exotic, almost pin up goblin friend, whereas I'm the evil bogeyman – the butt of his peculiar slapstick humour.

Well, that's not all together surprising, is it Chumba? You do have a, what shall I call it, a certain manner.

Now don't you start – I've had about enough from him and all the blog readers – g-nomers he calls them – bloody cheek – the way I'm being presented, it's little short of racism. 

That's a point – we should run a troll rehabilitation campaign as Hermione Granger does with house elves at Hogwarts.

Don't you dare Aargen – the last thing I want is to be pitied by a load of obnoxious human folk.

Oh Chumba – I think it's time you came to Goblin. You need to see these humans from a fresh perspective. They really do make such excellent domestic dwellings. You might start to like them if you spent a week or two living in one – and their conversation's so much more intelligent on my side of the life-matter curve.

Yes – it could hardly be less intelligent could it – I mean the words "bottom of the barrel" do tend to spring to mind rather frequently when it's my mixed pleasure to engage them in dialogue.

Come on Chumba, what’s got into you?

Well just look at this curve? It’s not natural. It shouldn’t be that way.

You’re absolutely right. It looks like something pretty major’s afoot.

You’re telling me – and as far as I’m concerned, it’s all to do with the humankind and the game of brinkmanship they’ve been playing with Reality.

Yeah – pushing Story to the absolute limit, like there's no tomorrow. We’re coming up for some big denouement, that's for sure.

Absolutely – in fact, [looking more closely] – see this section here?... and this one?... Aargen points at two sections of the life-matter curve – either they’re about to pull apart completely – or we’re in for some kind of inversion.

That’s it Aargen – you’ve hit the nail on the head. I half suspected inversion was on the cards, but something held me back from stating it openly. Fear, I suppose.

Yeah Chumba, observe how your dis-ease vis-à-vis humanfolk has kept you snarled in this loop – but that’s presumably how it is supposed to be. Story has an uncanny habit of writing us into the most outlandish roles.

So how come you get to play enlightened goblin, whereas I’m terrorising troll?

Good question – presumably that was the most elegant way to engineer the kind of kink in the curve we’re seeing right here – oh wow – look at that – it’s hardly holding together at all. I think it’s time we brought in the gnomiki.

Do you think so? Aren’t we supposed to do this all ourselves?

I think we’ve already done everything we could. A little technical expertise would certainly be appreciated right now.

The two of them stare in disbelief as the life-matter curve, usually stately, stable and beautiful to behold starts oscillating like a snake, twisting, gyrating...

Gnomiki, gnomiki, gnomiki – we cordially request your council here and now – signed C. Wumba, A. Darvurg.

The text is delivered instantaneously – releasing a small green light orb that conveys the message – received with thanks; reviewing; expect answer forthwith.

In truth, neither Chumba nor Aargen are sure whether they should attempt to stabilise the life matter curve as they normally would, thereby preserving status quo throughout the universe – or simply stand back and allow the inevitable to happen. This is looking increasingly like an act of God, and they have no desire to come between Creator and the whole of Creation. That would be a lesson in futility, so they start humming the Beatle hit "Let it be" to calm their mounting anxiety.

– Ah! there you are... Nice to see you Wumba, you too Darvurg. [You’ll notice the gnomiki are a little old fashioned in this respect, and still generally use surnames when addressing us]

Chumba and Aargen are visibly relieved to see the gnomiki have responded so swiftly.

But who? What? I hear you enquire, has come to their assistance.

Dot₃ moment... you see the gnomiki are a collective consciousness, so you’re never really sure who or what. It’s just the gnomiki, no matter which particular emissary. This one has taken a form that is appropriate to both Chumba and Aargen – not too tall to make them feel small, neither too small to make them feel uncomfortably large, a little blotchy around the gills to avoid being too breathtakingly beautiful in the presence of an earthy goblin and a trucular troll.

–  Ah yes, it’s happening at last. Funny it should be on your watch... says the chest high, green being of Faery extraction, shining the kind of light that indicates the multiverse is in safe hands – nothing is being left to chance.

–  Funny? Aargen and Chumba both repeat more or less simultaneously.

Their interlocutor arches her eyebrows, obviously impressed by their synchronicity.

Yes, don’t you find it amusing?

Now here’s where the magic of gnomiki kicks in. 1 ten thousandth of a second before Sphalisana had makes her cryptic remark, neither Chumba nor Aargen had thought there was anything remotely amusing in this, but what a difference 1 ten thousandth of a second can make. The two of them quite suddenly look at one another and a wave of mirth, pure unbridled, golden mirth pours forth – dissolving, dissolving, dissolving everything and anything that stands in its path. So intense is this mirth that the two are hardly sure how to react. Raucous laughter would not match the frequency. Nor would chuckling or giggling or any other form of laughter we’re familiar with. The laughter that erupts is in fact silent, coming as it does from every cell in their body. Just imagine that! Just imagine every cell in your body laughing in sync and feeling this laughter connecting you into the very fabric of reality – the matter of life, the life of matter.

Had they been laughing at a lesser frequency, the two of them might have glanced around, eyes wide with alarm – for it might have seemed ferocious, and threatened them with instantaneous dismemberment or aortic rupture, but this laughter – so close to being ferocious, so close to being destructive, in fact lifts them beyond the danger zone. They find themselves swept into the life-matter curve, troll and goblin, where they finally grok, getting what they’re laughing about – and getting it’s the final straw, the final lever of abandonment releasing the eschatological deluge of madcap mirth.

And what?

Very difficult to say. A 36 track recording. In one of the tracks – the final one – they are playing a game of billiards with Sphalisana on an emerald table with opal balls skittering back and forth. The game itself is of little note, barring the fact that players and balls are in complete awareness of what is unfolding. Instead of trying to pot the balls as fast as possible and win – they allow the Story within game to unfold in all its beauty, and thus the many intricate connections, trajectories, misses and collisions write the programme code for the new life-matter curve. In another track we see a beetle flying into the head of an obviously bewildered Josh, and as you've probably realised, every track corresponds with a chapter in g-nome portal story-blog, in which you the reader play the part of screen on which the tale is told.

You mean the gnomiki have used this story-blog to reverse engineer the life-matter curve, and we've been unwitting accomplices? 

What attentive readers you are – and yes – it’s been a pleasure working with you on this project. It should hardly come as a surprise to you, One and all, to know that you have been unwitting, yet in merry truth, full-witted accomplices in this upgrade of our Reality Story. I’m pleased to say it’s been a complete success – somewhat prematurely to be sure, yet not without a...

A what?

Not without a dot₃ of certainty.

Goodness gracious! What on Earth next!

Yes, it’s my favourite paradox – I like to save it for special celebratory moments such as the present one.

Not without a dot₃ of certainty...   and our beloved reader finds her/himself melting in the mirth of moment, adding her own priceless contribution – the magic of laughter, its light, love and life-force to the already re-self-extrapolating life-matter curve and, at this moment, without a shadow of doubt, together we see, we feel and know that life does in deed matter, and so does this – our billiard game of words, in which we play to perfection our roles without even knowing it...

Sphalisana and her many are One celebrate through the night in a distinctly Narnian scene of regeneration and rebirth. Evidently Aslan has returned, and all the trees, and rivers and birds and beasts, yea, even the humankind have come together once again, in one accord, to celebrate the great and auspicious moment known to goblins as the 27^th and to humans, euphemistically, as Big Bang. For a while our readers remain somewhat sheepishly in the shadows, but then the music and merriment lifts them too into the dancing free-for-all and now, at last, we are One, One, One... and nothing else remains.

Afterword – in which Josh mentions in passing Other

I’ve set up this website to provide information to all beetle lovers and pilots of the quantum stream. If you have any questions about the mathematics of 0=1, Faery or g-nome portal, feel free to contact my secretary Emily Stickleback. As you’ve probably surmised, my hologram at Boodle & Badwise Nobs has exceeded all expectations and I’m in no hurry to end my training, which has now entered its second semester. Beetlejuice would not be a very comfortable place for a human to hang out, but g-nome portal enables us to shift frequency to the degree that a fiery red star becomes a tranquil oasis paradise. Already, I’ve been pleased to welcome a handful of our bbgs, and look forward to seeing a lot more of you in the near future. Great things are in store for planet Earth, largely thanks to Georgiy Bogdanov, but also thanks to Other.

“Er... wait a second Josh, what the heck’s Other?”

Oh, didn’t I mention it?

“Er, no. Is it something important by any chance?”

Yeah, kind of.

“Well?”

I don’t really know how to begin... it’s quite a big subject – not the kind of thing I want to start talking about in the final pages of this story blog.

“Well, you can’t just mention something and not explain it – that’s unreasonable.”

I suppose so... Er... Other’s kind of like the shadow.

“The dark side?”

Oh – that’s the problem with words – the dark side sounds so scary and evil.

“And Other isn’t?”

Well, actually it can be scary and evil – if that’s how we perceive it.

“But it isn’t, you’re saying.”

Correct. It’s just whatever I’m not.

“And that’s all there is to it?”

Well, yes. When I take human form, or whatever form I currently take, there’s a lot of me that can’t quite squeeze in, or if it can squeeze it, it doesn’t exactly feel welcome.

“Why’s that?”

Because every form has to have its “what not” in order to take on form. In other words, form is defined primarily in terms of what it is not – otherwise it would remain formless.

“Not sure I follow...”

Look – it’s like a sculptor. He has to cut away a whole lot of wood or stone to reveal the form of the sculpture. All that wood or stone is discarded – and you’re the same. A load of you is discarded and remains as Other. It serves a vital function, however, for it shadows you all your life trying to reconnect, and you, naturally, resist it, feeling it to be a threat.

Bear in mind that Other knows you inside out – and can read all your thoughts and feelings. You can’t outsmart it. You can fear it, or you can learn to accept it’s a part of you. Those who do the latter become magicians. They are able to harness the power of Other, rather than fearing and shunning it.

“Ok – but what’s that got to do with most people on the planet? We’re not all going to become magicians, are we?”

No, but there’s a new agreement in place.

“There is?”

Yes, we’ve already graduated from the Modern Era, though few seem to have realised this, and now we’re entering the Quantum Age.

“And?”

Well, in the Quantum Age we learn how to come back into our Isness without losing or destroying our precious form. Coming back to Isness, entering the quantum stream we rediscover Other – we are able to learn from One another. To forge a new future based on shared experience.

“So this is what you meant by the allness?”

In part, yes, but the Allness is everything and anything. Look, the main thing about Other is that it’s been the cause of most of our nightmares and deepest darkest fears, because we knew it was stalking us though we couldn’t see it. Naturally we became paranoid individually and collectively, and we wanted a saviour, a Messiah or a God to protect us from “what is” and, in particular, the aspect of what is that can be referred to as “what not”.

“And now we don’t?”

Correct. Now we’re entering an entirely new phase where this fear driven polarisation is shifting magically, magnificently, mystically into something else – something that I’m hard pushed to define or explain – but which broadly speaking is covered by the term Faery.

“Which means the new Reality is going to incorporate aspects that we’ve previously considered unreal?”

Precisely – you’re getting good at explaining things better than I can – would you like my job Sangri?

“Er... no, not yet. You’re doing fine Josh.”

So, yes, the new reality is going to have to expand enormously as we become aware of what was previously formless. Becoming better acquainted with Other’s going to help us to better understand the multiple levels of life all around us. Instead of having to change the world, as some people imagine, we’re going to find our perception of the world shifting to the extent that we’re no longer living where we were. This heavy dualism between town and country, for example, and likewise between earth and cosmos is going to soften and disappear. There never really was the kind of separation we’ve been perceiving. It was more just a reflection of our fear and form driven separation with Other. As we learn to dance and play more and more harmoniously with Other, and discover that there is no great evil capable of stealing or swallowing our souls, we can heal the wounds and divisions that have riven our I's inner-plains as much as society as a whole. Society only ever reflected our inner division.

This image gives some idea of the largely self-evident relationship between the two:

Postscript

This, dear readers – is where I end – with a footnote to my many friends in the scientific community who have been both excited and appalled by the implications of 0=1, and who have struggled so diligently to move the goalposts of scientific materialism to the mystical moment of Creation itself.  It cannot be done – not without funny logic and a large dose of cuckoo la la. Not by I-mind/what matters, for Creation is more than minding what matters, and sooner or later logic has to give way to bio-logic which is/I am – One. If you don’t believe me, I suggest you spend some time with Master Wu – he’ll definitely help you see things differently.

How, then, I hear you ask, did Creation come about?

And I’m tempted to leave the answer to Dorothy – she has little time for our foolish questions and usually makes do with three dots to point us in the right direction, but as a reward for your patience, and for making it to the end of this story-blog, I’ll give you an answer of sorts... or repeat the answer the Beatles were kind enough to relay to us forty seven years ago: “All you need is love”.

A cliché? Unscientific? Unquantifiable? Yes, I expect all of these apply and more, yet, when you return to the quantum stream and find yourself dissolved in the isness of Be – as I recently have – what emerges from that truly incomparable experience is a love so deep that it births an other  – in my case Nerys. She had not existed, but Love, like the Big bang in reverse, suddenly, unexpectedly, condenses into singularity – a conscious being. And thus Story, the great eagle that it is, flaps its wings and the entire physical universe makes way, yielding to prime directive – amor vincit omnia, love conquers all.

Story is complete. I give you a new universe. Enjoy it. Play with it as only children might and discover one by one its many wonderful secrets. For a while it may look the same as the old, but I assure you, as the Quantum age unfolds you will see without a shadow of a doubt, that the new One has a completely different structure. As I dance in the forest of delight with my fairest other Nerys, the entire universe is finely, perfectly attuned to the vibration of love, and so you will find that matter, and what matters, are of less and less significance, and that, I believe is exactly what we planned all those years ago when we started our journey into the dark heart of nought, knowing that matter could only take us as far as the brink of annihilation – which is where we have tarried long enough to see what Is. If I were your broker I’d be yelling for you to short matter and go long love, for the tide has already turned and the shifting current is going to be violent for those who try to oppose it.

In the meantime – I wish you all happy beetling and 0=1, may the magic of Faery help reconnect you with your brightest, lightest dreams and ride the love bug back home to I-Be dot₃